And after a few seconds: "Hello?"

"Hiya, Love. Just checking in, and Rhoda wants to talk to you."

"Oh, good. She's doing okay?"

"Yeah. We made cookies, and she's decided hugs are all right."

"Aw."

"I'll put her on, yeah?"

"Yeah, do."

Pradnakt passes the microphone over.

"Hey, Rhoda. You doing okay?"

Rhoda smiles and relaxes somewhat when she hears Daisy's voice. (She hadn't really thought anything would happen to her, no-one would want to cross Pradnakt, but she couldn't be sure until she heard Daisy's voice.) She takes the microphone a little hesitantly.

"Hello, Daisy," she greets, and takes a moment to think about the question. "Yeah. I helped Pradnakt with the garden. And we made cookies. Um. You're okay, too, right?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Good. That's. Good." Rhoda wants to keep talking a little, but she's never been good at making conversation.

"Everything's pretty normal, here. People are curious about you, but they're being nice about it."

"...Why are they curious about-" Oh. Daisy was buying things that wouldn't be for Pradnakt. "I. 'Being nice about it'?"

"They're not asking a bunch of questions that would be hard to answer. And I think they'll leave you alone when you visit, if you want that. It's always a little hard to guess how they'll react to things about Pradnakt, but they're doing okay with this one."

"I'm glad they're not bothering you," Rhoda says. She doesn't follow it up with an apology for being the cause of the problem, she doesn't think it would be appreciated by Daisy or Pradnakt. (Unconsciously, she's leaned a little towards Pradnakt.) "I-" the idea of visiting the town is quite intimidating. "Maybe. I wouldn't want them to bother you." (Or herself.)

"Yeah. It should be fine, though. When you're ready."

"I told her about some of the stuff you're getting, if you want to tell her what you've found," Pradnakt adds in Basic.

"Sure," she replies, and then to Rhoda, "Do you want to hear about the clothes I got you?"

Rhoda is silent for a moment. "Please?"

"All right." Her grin is clear in her voice. "They didn't have very much that was dark, but they did have one shirt that's a sort of steel blue that I think will look nice on you, and a medium grey one. I also got a couple in cream - a very light yellow - that are nice and sturdy, and we can dye them. They did have dark pants, so I got you five pair, three black and two brown, with lots of pockets. They'll all be a little big, so you won't outgrow them too quickly, so I got you a couple belts to help them fit better for now. And they had some nice dusters - a kind of long coat that's not too heavy - so I'm having them re-size one of those to fit you; I got that in brown, but we can dye it if you'd rather have it in black."

"I- Thank you?" she hadn't really expected her preferences to be listened to. "I'm sure they'll be fine as are. And- I. The coat isn't-wasn't. I." She pauses, remembers Pradnakt giving her her cloak when they were out looking at the sculptures. "Thank you." She says again, aimed at both the microphone and Pradnakt - who she's very nearly actually leaning against at this point.

"It's really not a problem. You'll need something warm like that, running around in the middle of the night like we do." (Pradnakt gives her a gentle squeeze.)

There's that warm feeling again (and it's starting to feel like she's feeling that more than not). She thinks for a minute. "I...look forward to seeing them? The clothes that is?"

Aww. "Well, I'll be back tomorrow at sunset, you can see them then."

She smiles at that, but doesn't actually have anything else she can think to say, except another 'thank you'.

"Anything else interesting?"

"One of the poetry books you ordered came in. The big illustrated one."

"Ooooh." I get a new book of poetry this month.

"Yeah. And that metallic blue ink I've been waiting for."

"Oh, good. Did you ever decide what you were going to do with it?" Daisy gets some nice art supplies she's been waiting for, too.

"Not exactly. I'm sure something will occur to me."

She's definitely content to lean against Pradnakt and listen to them talk (hearing them talk is strangely soothing, it's more friendly than she's used to the discussions she overhears being), and she seems happy that they're getting things that seem to make them happy. That's good.

They go on for a while - not gossiping, exactly, but Pradnakt likes to have an idea of what's going on with the town, and this is how she does it. She keeps up the asides to Rhoda, and they're mostly minor - the bakery had been trying a new kind of bread last month but seems to have given up on it, the feed-and-seed store has button quail chicks again (they're like tiny chickens, would Rhoda like one?), the library has a cute display of artwork by the schoolchildren, and so on.

She makes acknowledging sounds where it seems appropriate. (And of course Pradnakt keeps herself appraised of what's going on in town, knowledge is important.) The idea of a button quail chick is appealing, but she doesn't want to ask for one, and the idea of having to care for something so small is a little bit intimidating. And there's a tiny bit of jealousy about the schoolchildren's artwork display, although she can't identify exactly why.

Pradnakt doesn't comment on any of that, or at least not to Rhoda.

The conversation shifts, after a bit: Pradnakt stops relaying it, and it sounds like they're planning something; there are lots of questions and suggestions. Rhoda's name is mentioned a couple of times, too.

She shifts slightly when her name comes up, but eventually decides that Pradnakt will tell her if she needs to know.

Yup.

At one point, Pradnakt absentmindedly pets Rhoda's arm with her thumb.

Rhoda goes briefly still at that, and then makes a very quiet, almost purring sound of contentment.

Awwww. "Alternately maybe I'll just invite her to share my room."

"...all right."

"...joke, Love. She is very cute with all the cuddling, but she really does need her own space."

"Ah."

"Anyway, yes, I think the cantaloupe trellis is a good idea, it seems like it'll be about the right difficulty level."

"All right, I'll pick up the supplies for it."

"Okay. And what did they have for generators, again?"

The conversation continues for a bit before winding down. Did you want to talk to Daisy any more before she goes?